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Two Poems


Poetry by: RHIANNON MCGAVIN



The phone rings 


        like a flock of jays surprised

out of an evergreen & you become

a quilt of daylight on the same device

that hacks up spam & headlines. Now, my thumb-

print smudges your chin’s spectacle, your laugh

cups my ear through this hole in the fourth wall,

a magic lantern that spins code & flash

bringing you closer home with each pixel

to say good morning as if you’re right here,

golden hour in my hand til I hang

up no you hang up first, talking to air,

to you. Tuesday starts & the call goes blank.

When I press my fingers against the screen

it’s warm, but not as warm as you must be.








Long distance song








Follow Rhiannon:


Instagram: @rhiannonmcgavin

Bio:

Rhiannon McGavin has failed the driver’s license test three times so far. Her work has been published by The Believer, Teen Vogue, and more. She is the former Youth Poet Laureate of Los Angeles. Her books Branches and Grocery List Poems are both available from Not A Cult. As a 2023 Mitchell Scholar, she will be studying at Trinity College next year.


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